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By the time your idea hits you, you’re already airborne. Well, <span class="mu-i">sea</span>borne in this case, but that’s not really your focus right now. What is, you quickly determine, is the rapidly-approaching silhouette of the<span class="mu-r">SEA DEMON</span> in the water above!
A sensation akin to a mosquito buzzing your ear causes you to dip to the left just in time to avoid another cannon shot! As it rushes past you towards your target, you take a moment to marvel as the water behind it fizzles before just, well, <span class="mu-i">disappearing.</span> It’s a good thing they aren’t shooting at you right now!
Dodging a few subsequent volleys from the other gun emplacements peeking out of the darkness, it slowly dawns on you that yes, they <span class="mu-i">ARE</span> aiming for you–but the extradimensional beast the size of a mall is a much bigger target, so…
Speaking of, it’s around that point that the mallbeast in question finally notices your approach. Sending a shriek your way that rattles every inch of your body, it tries to intercept you with a few of its countless redwood-sized tentacles! Your <span class="mu-b">FEMININE INTUITION</span> and the muffled screaming of what must be Ly tells you that this is a terrible idea, but the fact that you’re <span class="mu-s">THE FUCKING U N I V E R S E</span> now suggests differently! Gritting your teeth, you dip and weave through the cat’s cradle of spine-lined appendages a few times before remembering your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS!</span> What the hell are you doing all this <span class="mu-i">dodging</span> for?!
Popping them out, you nearly faceplant into a teeth-lined sucker when your weapons emerge longer than fishing poles and crackling with purple energy! Despite their size change, however, they still whistle through the water quicker than ever, and with the guile of a coked-out sushi chef, you intercept one of the beast’s tentacles with a strike of your own–one that carves through the oil-tanker-thick grabber easier than a hot knife through butter!
And boy is it <span class="mu-i">HOT!</span> As you feel your claws cleave through demonic flesh, they leave behind a bubbling, hissing scar radiating with the same purple energy still pumping through you! Whether it’s shocked or in pain, the <span class="mu-r">SEA DEMON</span> recoils a bit as you continue onwards towards its maw-riddled core! Hands <span class="mu-i">OFF</span>, creep!
As you slip past the abomination’s defenses, thousands of mouths open wide to catch you! Your nose wrinkles at the acrid smell of chum, blood, and poor dental care, but egged on by your <span class="mu-b">MAGIC HIGH</span> you stand firm and lead the way with your claws!
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